Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Higher, artist - Eminem. Album song Music To Be Murdered By - Side B, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aftermath, Interscope Records Release;, Shady Records
Song language: English
Higher |
Yeah |
You know I’ve been around for a while now |
Not sure if I have much left to prove |
Yeah, I do, haha |
I look at me now I’m thinkin, «Damn» |
How proud of me I am |
What I did, it’s nothin' to sneeze at |
Even if your allergies are bad |
I’m up in a balcony in France |
I look around, I see the fans |
How they surround me in the stands |
Probably could drown in a sea of hands |
They hollerin', «Shady» |
Yellin' it out to me and that’s what I mean when I say |
That one day someway, somehow, if I get a chance to get a crowd |
I’ll flip it around and have a crowd give me the chance |
I’ve done it all, man |
But in actuality I haven’t, yet |
Where am I supposed to go from here? |
Oh hey, oh-oh-oh |
Really I have no idea |
All I know it’s every time I think I hit my ceiling |
I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin' been |
Where am I supposed to go from here? |
Oh hey, oh-oh-oh |
Really I have no idea |
All I know it’s every time I think I hit my ceiling |
I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin' been |
Got no time for no haters in this bitch |
Or toleration for this shit |
But like medication, my dedication |
And the time it takes to do this shit |
Reminds me of how an overcrowded hospital waitin' room’ll get |
But I mean it’s maybe I have more patience than I’m able to admit |
Yeah, but I’m still mentally stable as a three-legged table in this bitch |
Fame was a switch but I was grateful to trade that shit for the trailer with |
the hitch |
Thought it would made me a ravin' lunatic |
But I made it through to my situation, I hit pay dirt |
Now I get paper like a stapler in this bitch |
But just 'cause I made a little bit of change |
Don’t mean I’ve changed a little bit |
Brain full of wit, dangerous, can’t extinguish this English language when it’s |
lit |
Now I’m just paradin', you would still get Shady 'til I’m eighty |
To I spit this crazy, even Grady knows I’ma blow |
Better get the handkerchief again, haha |
Where am I supposed to go from here? |
Oh hey, oh-oh-oh |
Really I have no idea |
All I know it’s every time I think I hit my ceiling |
I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin' been |
(Know I talk about this shit a lot) |
Where am I supposed to go from here? |
Oh hey, oh-oh-oh |
Really I have no idea |
All I know it’s every time I think I hit my ceiling |
I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin' been |
Oh, now what am I gonna do? |
Can’t nothing hold me I’m on the loose |
Born a winner, damn it’s so hard to lose |
I can do it and do it, when I’m tryin' to |
When my records flop they still go through the roof |
This atmosphere’s for a chosen few |
Who was on their grind, to get money moves |
And you ain’t gon' get that if you want it down |
You gotta take shots with 100 proof |
Check that |
Been in survival mode |
Since a five year old, it was I alone |
Since my trike was stole, spiral notebook and microphone |
But lookin' back how bad it was then |
If it hadn’t been for the pad and the pen |
Addict mom and deadbeat dad |
I wouldn’t have the savage within |
Havin' to win, every single battle I’m in |
All I ever wanted was to be an MC |
Tediously I wrote obediently, believing in me |
EPMD must’ve had teachin' degrees |
Learn to defeat enemies with the ink, thinkin' of these rhymes |
Would be as easy as eatin' graffiti |
Would be like remedial readin' to me (Yeah) |
'Til my last breath leave my lungs, I’ma beat my drums (Yeah) |
For the streets I’m from (Yeah) |
The East side slums (Yeah) |
Gotta remind em (Yeah) |
I take a foe out (Yeah), like fee-fi-fum |
You see my finger (What?), you see my thumb (What?) |
You see my fist, fuck a peach pipe bum (What?) |
For the smoke but it’s not the weed I want (What?) |
With this beat I brung for the beef I come (Woo) |
But you better bring it if you wanna reply from |
'Cause for you to be lyrically inclined, it’d be a steep climb up |
That’ll be an uphill battle |
But I’m off kickin' feet in the recliner |
And I think I’m up |
'Bout to go out on a limb like a tree climber |
Time to push my ceiling higher 'cause |
Where am I supposed to go from here? |
Oh hey, oh-oh-oh |
Really I have no idea |
All I know it’s every time I think I hit my ceiling |
I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin' been |
(For the last time) |
Where am I supposed to go from here? |
Oh hey, oh-oh-oh |
Really I have no idea |
All I know it’s every time I think I hit my ceiling |
I go higher than I’ve ever fuckin' been |